Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 44

There are times when Farah realizes that the Dark Devil's men are treating Ryan more special. But this time to get rid of the dizziness in the middle, Farah was ready to argue with Mike, ready to do anything other than think about his reckless actions.

Farah said, "A rich man?Is it like royalty?". Farah tried to sneer. "Ryan is tasteful, educated, and bossy. But, that doesn't make him a noble."

"I know a lot about Ryan. There was an aura of nobility emanating from him, and after all, Old Man said he was indeed a noble. The old Yanka has been with Keith since Keith had his first booty."

"I'm not sure any American noble would want to be in the mafia headquarters."

"You're wrong." Mike laughed out loud. "Of course, although not much. You don't know, yeah, that Keith and Ryan are half-brothers?".

"Yes, I know," said Farah. "Ryan is a legitimate child, and Keith is not. I find it hard to believe that if Ryan's family did have as much influence as you'd have suggested, they'd let Ryan meet Keith Smith."

"Well, of course they don't allow it" Mike said with disdain. "Keith met her rich sister by chance."

There was a strange look in Mike's eyes that warned Farah that the story might not be liked. It seemed, arguing with Mike could be more useful than Farah expected.

Farah has great curiosity about all things Ryan has to do, but experience has taught her that there are things about Ryan that she should hear in a calm and relaxed state. At the moment, he was feeling very tired, scared and not in a good mood, which obviously Mike was also aware of. Turning her head away, Farah looked at the pale horizon, which seemed to show an expression of indifference. Farah could feel Mike's gaze watching her. Then, Mike says, "You're in love with that guy?"

The silence lasted long enough. Finally, with a sigh, "Whose man?"

"Ryan. Are you in love with Ryan or what?"

"What the fuck is your question." replied Merry indifferently.

"Yes. You're in love with Ryan. I can see that. Hehehe."

"Mike," said Farah, "if you want to think so, I won't argue with you over the matter. I'll only say this once: I'm not in love with Ryan."

As if Ryan was talking nothing, Mike said, "Yes. I can see it. You know what makes a guy like Ryan fall in love with you?".

" Miracle."

"Haha. You know how to keep a guy like Ryan?". Mike lowered his head until the man could tap a finger at his temple. "To keep a guy like Ryan needs this".

Mike's advice is too general to be considered useful. "Anyways, there's something you shouldn't do if you want a guy like Ryan to fall in love with you, which is to run away, steal his important papers, he said, and refused to tell him the facts he wanted to know to prove you had no connection to his greatest enemy." Mike.

Farah was silent and hopeful and afraid, she would never see Ryan again. While raising the arm that was hurting from hitting the middle room door of the Dark Devil headquarters, Farah began rubbing the back of her neck which felt stiff.

"Ryan" continued Mike, "They said, in his teens, Ryan was a rebel. To prevent trouble, Ryan's family sends him away to watch the company in Asia, and he happens to be on a plane with Keith in it, who was sabotaging the plane. They say Ryan is the most handsome boy they've ever seen. The men plot to decide who is entitled to rape Ryan, and Keith saves the young man from a fate worse than death."

"Please, don't continue!" exclaimed Farah, who was horrified to hear it.

Mike is getting more upbeat about telling stories, and cheerfully continues, "Of course, depending on who is telling the story. Some say Keith deliberately kept Ryan to himself. Hey!" mike protested, finding that the man was looking at the muzzle of the gun pointed at by Farah. In a hurry. Mike said, "Keep your finger off the trigger, Miss. I'm just kidding. Look, if you shoot me, then you'll have to pedal this heavy oar yourself."

"I'd rather row than listen to your disgusting nonsense. How far is the land you want to go?"

"Oh, it's still pretty far, pretty far away. We can't stop too close, otherwise they'll find us and make us dinner. Although it's not dinner tonight. Hehehee".

Mike watches Farah put down her gun. "What's up now? You expect not to escape in a hurry?" Mike chuckles. "If Keith catches me, then I'll just be directly thrown into the sea, but you-oh! Ryan threatened to beat you up if you tried to run away from him again, didn't he? Everyone heard Ryan say it, so he had to actually do it or bear the embarrassment. You've never been whipped, have you? Just ask what it's like to your friend Gio. Or ask Gege. He grew up in a brothel. He carried Keith with a back full of whip cuts so Keith got a rebate when he bought it."

Mike watched anxiously as he saw the muzzle of the gun raised again. "Be careful with that gun. You could've accidentally popped it."

"I know that," said Farah in annoyance, "and you certainly make me feel nervous. When I'm nervous, my hands often move uncontrollably."

This time, Mike could see Farah mean it with her words. Staring at the gun with the bullet, Mike asked nervously, "What can I do to make you feel less nervous?"

"Mendayung," said Farah. This time, Mike obeyed. No one spoke, and the only sound that was heard was the sound of the oars splitting the water, and the pounding of the waves around them. The sound of the battle faded until the akhimya was completely silent. The first light of the sun was warm on Farah's cheeks. The breeze was like a gentle massage on his sore shoulder, and the sea seemed to whisper the coming of a new day. After what was on his lap, Farag clamped the gun between his knees sliding the bucket across the arm over the bucket, and placed his cheek over the arm. Farah intended to close her eyes for a moment. But in an instant, he fell asleep. Let Mike row the boat ashore.

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